Don't be fooled by this adorable face.

I was. And it's costing me my life.

Ember is God's blowtorch. She is the steam used to covertly open and reseal every glued envelope in my thought life. My inner sanctum of lust for power and personal peace is a WWII scene after the bombers sprinkle their offspring on the cityscape.

I couldn't be happier now that she's here.